That horse was harnessed with a grey and lavender harness. This one didn’t have quite the embellishments as the black horse had. The one next to it was a pure white horse with a stately blue harness. The detailing on that was done in bright silver.
It was the lead horse that was the finest, though. That was what Carol dismissively called a palomino. But Samantha felt that that word didn’t do the horse justice. It had a pure white mane and tail that floated down from its neck like a cloud. The horse was a golden color. It shone in the bright light of the afternoon. The harness it wore was a fine green. The leather was finely tooled and worked. The designs were inlaid with glittering gold.
The horse tossed its proud head and Samantha sighed.
“Each of the horses is from one of the families
